I am not my own

*Kristoffer* · 06-05-2014, 09:00 PM

She was quite timid, curious, and quiet. He enjoyed a quite fae. Usually they were so full of themselves. Going on and on about some sort of bullshit that he did not care about. The ones that were weary of his charm excited him. It was an act, towards femmes. He wanted them to like him, to be lured in. But, he could see she was different, even though she was slowly calming down. He could see as he sat down her features relaxed. The man may take advantage of dumb females, but he was no rapist, nor will he ever be. Sure, he got mad when he could not bed a bitch, but he would not force it. The boy was forever neutral. Kris would hate to have some sort of target on his back. Though, he did like it rough.

He watched as as smirk slipped across her auburn lips. His smirk grew ever so slightly in seeing such. She relaxed even more, which made him relax slightly. But, his head was still high and his eyes were fixated on her own. They were opposites. He was dark, boastful, and very confident. She was timid, quite, and light. It was interesting, and he was excited to see what would happen between them. Good or bad. He listened to her gentle words, fixated on her tones. "I am rather special.. like you seem to be." The man tilted his cobalt head with narrowed eyes. He took a moment to focus on her scent but nothing really came to mind. He only knew of two royal families. The Sovari and the Armada. Nothing else. But, there could be more. He was intrigued. But, his thoughts were cut short by her voice slipping into his dark audits. "Might you hold royal blood as well?" What a dumb question, he would think to himself. But, not everyone could know such nobility upon first conversation. Kristoffer nodded with a now a grin. "I am Kristoffer Armada, son of Gairale Armada." The man licked his lips. He was truly royalty, but would she know recognize such?

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